Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.